rock stars


I'm starting to understand, starting to think
The way this industry works has got me to think
You only have friends if you have something to offer
Once your used up you are just a lowly pauper
In this microbial world, the real world is faded
The people aren't real, just enamored succubi
They'll take what they can and leave you curbside
To rust in the rain, while they gather their fame
The only thing that matters to their name
However not a single fuck is given any more
They can all burn with the rest of their fame whores
If this whole industry crashed I would be quite elated
Cause this whole experience has left me quite jaded.